Dream a dream Lover, take me in your dream Take me anywhere you please Boy, you're making me scream Dream a dream Lover, love is just a dream If you
(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) Little girl, do you know what you are, do you know This baby's gonna be a star, do you know A teenangel empress from hollywood
a big family in the dancefloor we are the kids of the quiet revolution and we fight for the new quiet concept of revolution we play house music you dance
our tight rhymes and haters get a black eye, from 7 (actually 6 1/2) crazy white guys. I'm just a guy in a band with a mic in my hand who decided to
BANG the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up (You gotta ooo ah ah like a
broken start to dream again And the sound of hope fills these streets You'll know it's here Revolution Can you feel it Revolution cry Revolution Can
(feat. Majid, Creative) [Majid:] CPH sick like a rape case never the less u'll give it up all for a taste we waste no time partying just like we apes
his feet And the lamp burned as he slept Slept as he dreamed He was dreaming of his sisters Dressed in white muslin Dressed in white muslin Dancing in a
the shouts splatter out (Revolutionize your lives and find a way out) And when you're growing down instead of growing up (You gotta ooo ah, ah like a
at his feet The lamp burned as he slept, slept as he dreamed He was dreaming' of his sisters, dressed in white muslin Dressed in white muslin, dancing in a
Dance before the storm These are dangerous time we live in I heard a man once say If you're prone to flights of fancy Your dreams can fly away See the
you were dead now reflect assassinate the president they tell you revolution is a healthy part of progress and so we'll seal the deal with a shot you
a nostril full of dust a lung full of virginia the needs we have we must, A pill to put your heart right a nose out for a deal for a heid full of chocolate
we gonna party all day She gon' vote U2 he gon' vote Coldplay play play Election time is coming. Gramps was a voodoo priest, Dad was a preacher Uncle was a
'Cause the dead are dancing The dead are dancing The dead are dancing in the town Yes, the dead are dancing The dead are dancing The dead are dancing
. Cause people like our tight rhymes and haters get a black eye, From 7 crazy white guys. I'm just a guy in a band With a mic in my hand Who decided
eyes, the truth is inside you I run into CBS with a beret and shootin this way I can televise the revolution no resolution when cops load up a glock
clears the fence Y'all hesitate to fetch it! I was walking through a pinball tilt built landscape Terradactle circling turtle I bite the bullet in a wingspan
